Dream/Nightmare Thread?

I dreamt last night that I was at a small house party with people I did not know. I locked eye's with a girl across the room and it was love at first sight. She approached me and we began to dance. After a while she took me into another room for a little private fun but before the fun could begin she took more of whatever drug she was doing and started to OD. I immediately got help, but when the paramedics arrived it was too late.

In the world in this dream when somebody dies the government comes and removes the body. Everyone then pretends they never existed and the place of death is abandoned. I was confused and in despair. So I returned to the house to find it in a state of decay. I fell to my knee's and began to weep.

I then heard someone else enter the home and approach me. It was some other girl from the party. She was there to mourn and was confused by my presence. She then asked me "Why are you so sad, you barely knew her?". The dream then ended with me and her somberly walking away.

I think It means that even though I've been alone for a long time I shouldn’t just throw all my love at someone I barely know because I'll just end up hurting in the end. However I'll probably still end up doing it. There is a difference between knowing the lesson and actually learning it.

I had a dream today, and it was me getting raped.
This is why I don't sleep ;_____;

I almost never have dreams which really sucks and I wish I did because I find them really interesting. Whenever I do dream they are almost always about real life and are very boring. A lot of the time, I remember things that haven't happened because they happened in a dream. It's like they just put fake memories into my brain and it's pretty annoying.

HOWEVER, like 2 months ago I had the absolute craziest dream I've ever had and probably will have. I only vaguely remember the premise and the ending. So there were a bunch of people in a spooky old house hiding from some insane virus (if you got it you were for sure dead very quick). There were these random items that had magical importance to them for some reason too.

My memory picks back up with only 2 people still alive but they're both seperated. One guy is on the second floor of the building sitting against the wall in a hallway next to a bunch of windows and he is thinking that he's fucked so he's going to kill himself. He gathers up the random important items and starts lining them up agianst the wall. One of the items was a big bench so he says "Hey, can you move that for me?", and so I somehow move it even though I'm not in the dream at all. I'm just watching it like a movie, in fact, everything fades in and out and it has scenes like a move does. After he finishes moving all the objects he hears some kids talking and gets up. He walks into a very large room which has a bunch of desks and looks like a classroom. In it, there was a young boy and girl, about elemetary school age, and while I don't remember what they said, I know that they were saying some stuff to make the guy think that everything will be alright and he is going to be fine. That's when he realises that the kids aren't actually real and that they're ghosts and he has gone insane. I later determined that I was also a ghost because whenever I helped the guy I just made the bench float to where I wanted to put it and nobody but him could see me. After he relises he's insane he walks back out into the hallway and looks at one of the windows. It's covered in some strange film so you can't see out of it so he opens it up.

Outside, it is freezing cold and everything is covered and snow and is gray. The world looks totally dead. I came to the conclusion that they were in nuclear winter and after the world nuked itself some crazy virus came to kill everyone who lived. I decided this because whenever I woke up from the dream I was freaking out really scared that we were going to get hit by a nuclear bomb and I was going to die. Anyways, after he looked outside he threw himself out the window and it was somehow implied that he landed on his neck and died.

The scene faded out and it changed to a woman sitting outside the house in the snow dieing. She had an axe in her hand and wanted to put herself out of her misery so she takes it and swings it hard into her neck. She doesn't bleed at all and there's just a giant slice out of her neck so she swings hard again which then kills her. Everyone on the planet is now dead.

The scene then changes to two alien looking scientist in front of a large group of official looking alien people while talking and pointing at a strange looking map of the earth. The map looked weird because so much time had past and the plates had shifted. They were describing how everything on the planet was wiped out by the most deadly virus ever known. Once they're done, the dream fades out like the end of a movie and I wake up.

This crazy-ass dream had me messed up for days. It was pretty freaky.

I had a pretty fucked up night last Christmas. I dreamed of being trapped inside my body while the Warner Reprise logo started cutting me in the chest. Fun thing, i made a beat off the melody of BBC's 1990-1996 Video Ident and it started sounding while i was dreaming. I eventually screamed out loud and happens that my dog came into my room (my room's door is broken) and pressed play on my keyboard (i oftenly crash out with my DAW open) so i was frightened af

And i had this weird dream when I dreamed of me, making out with a friend. Here's what's f*cked up, he's a male, visual kei and sorta cute. O-Of course im not telling him!!! Not now!!

I've got another one for y'all.

I dreamt I was drinking with a buddy of mine at the restaurant where he works. We were having a good time when I suddenly blacked out.
When I came to I was by myself wandering outside and lost. I tried to make my way back to what I thought was the restaurant, but I was mistaken and ended up in front of a bank. Two police officers stood out front and told me I could not enter. They asked where I was going and I told them. They informed me I was no longer in my town but in a small city near my town. I was confused and disoriented.

The two officers, a small group of people and I began walking to a nearby plaza, chatting happily as we went. Once there I received a phone call from someone I did not know, I answered and they asked what had happened to me. As I talked with them, describing what had happened, I felt a strong friendship with this person. I looked over to a nearby food stall similar in style to those seen at festivals in anime and saw the person I was talking to on the phone. We approached each other and he told me he'd help me. I told him I had to use the bathroom first and entered a nearby restaurant also owned by the same person as the first. I asked the owner what had happened, but he did not know as he was not there. I then went to bathroom and proceeded to get shit everywhere for some reason. After I cleaned up I exited the restaurant and saw my new friend with someone else I met during my blackout that I also felt a strong friendship with. They told that I could stay the night at their place and figure everything out in the morning.

I turned around to see my mother looking for me. I approached her and she grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes.
She asked if I had ever heard of some drug I can't remember the name of. I said no and she told me one of friends, that I was no longer friends with before having this dream, had tried to poison me. I then remembered he was at the restaurant as well and then I woke up.

It clearly means that my ex-friend is a bad poison to me and a bad influence, something my parents have told me for years. However the problem that I've come to realize lately is that I'm in love with him, like a bad habit that's hard to quit. I know I have to let him go it just hurts inside. I'm torn between what I know is best and what my heart wants.

Dreams can be interpreted as a glimpse into the subconscious desires of the individual, right?

That explains why most of mine involve chatting with a good friend. ;-;

I have PTSD so unfortunately at least 50% of my dreams involve past abuse and trauma, but here are some thankfully normal ones I found interesting:

My most recent memorable dream, or at least the most memorable scene of it, was of my garden being full of glass cake domes, atop tall glass pedestels, each of which enclosed a selection of seemingly expensive French cheeses. This was preceeded by conversation with my parents about a recent holiday to France (presumably the source of the cheese), and was followed by the interuption of brown spotted, black rabbits, each bearing a rucksack the size of their bodies and being chased by two obese ladies, who'd somehow permeated my fence.

I believe this was, at least partially, explained by my having read Larousse Gastronomique that day.

Backlash wrote

Dreams can be interpreted as a glimpse into the subconscious desires of the individual, right?

That explains why most of mine involve chatting with a good friend. ;-;

I agree with this. Just dreamt of taking a dump and I woke up in need of a dump.

kapitanluffy wrote

Backlash wrote

Dreams can be interpreted as a glimpse into the subconscious desires of the individual, right?

That explains why most of mine involve chatting with a good friend. ;-;

I agree with this. Just dreamt of taking a dump and I woke up in need of a dump.

Luckily, that didn't turn out as badly as it could have.

Apophany wrote

I have PTSD so unfortunately at least 50% of my dreams involve past abuse and trauma, but here are some thankfully normal ones I found interesting:

In just a few days, the sea level had somehow risen drastically across the globe, killing millions of people. Most nations saw their infrastructure destroyed, but for some reason France's was intact, so the French government organized a rescue operation, sending out self-piloting SAR boats to all locations within reach. In order to afford this, the operation was to employ a risky but cost-effective new science called dreambending; that is, all of the rescue crafts were manufactured from dream fabric, and the only way to reach or use them was to become dream fabric yourself. This meant that, like memories of dreams, the boats had a half-life and would decay after a certain time, along with any dream entities still aboard.

When the flood hit home I had no idea any of this was happening. My family was killed and I ran for higher ground. For some reason my house was gone, and in place of it was a giant stone wall approximately twice the height of it, stretching as far as I could see in both directions. A massive, majestic oak door with rusty knockers sat on the far right of it, which I immediately entered out of panic. Behind it was a similar door, and behind that yet another. The last one spat me out on a rescue craft half-way across the Atlantic ocean, heading for France. Somehow all the other passengers were orphans who'd lost their families in the flood too, and had reached the craft in similar fashion. I spoke to some of them, and learned of the great flood and France's rescue campaign. So many of them were sick, and the only first aid aboard was dream serum, a substance which--while a complete cure-all--was in short supply. Syringes were limited as well, which got several people sick from sharing needles.

At several points during the trip across the Atlantic, we had to hop between boats to prevent ourselves from decaying into nonexistence. Quite a few orphans were either too scared or unable to make the swim across, and chose to die peacefully on the boat. When what remained of us finally arrived on the coast of France, we were disheartened to find that the country was in ruin. Violence, arson, and looting had broken out among hungry orphans. Many people again chose to disappear peacefully by staying on the boats, but me and two others ventured out into the coastal chaos.

 

The dream started in a weird, run-down movie theater that got very little business and was staffed only by electronic vendor machines. My sister and her boyfriend were with me, and we all sat down in one of the only two functioning cinemas, only I wasn't there to see a movie. I was there to see the place itself because it fascinated me. 80% of the building was in such a state of disrepair that it was completely unusable. The place had been in unkempt operation for years and yet had no staff, had never been robbed, and was somehow paying its own bills. Perhaps it was owned by a lone parvenu who'd inherited the business and decided he'd rather just make as much money as he could while letting the place go to ruins.

The theater we went to was supposed to be playing a dated Pixar film called The Incredibles (why my sister and her boyfriend would want to see this for the billionth time escapes me) but about halfway through the film, it started playing some creepy documentary on this flooded ghost town I'd never heard of. I exclaimed, but my sister and her boyfriend ignored me and watched unflinchingly, as if the movie was still playing. The audio and film's speed varied slightly at points and skipped often, like a broken record. My first thought was "Who switched the reel? Isn't this place operated by automation?" I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched, but for whatever reason, I could barely tear my eyes from the screen. The video was mesmerising, the narrator's voice pulling me in with the story of a buried tragedy:

A pro--A project funded by Lexus… America's pride in the 21st century… A high-tech city, home to the most prestigious school in the world… Now, a recondite Atlantis of the modern world. The brain-child of a rich philanthropist, the town of [static] was constructed in the year two-thousand-[static], right on top of an area ma-marked for des-t-r-u-c-t-i-o-n by climate change. A plot of land [unintelligible] miles wide and [static] meters below sea lev--[white noise] Th-the-they k-n-e-w this would happen. How.... c-o-u-l-d   t--h--e--y......... [static]

Aircraft footage of the town being flooded played for the remaining duration of the documentary. The sea rolled in green and terrifying beneath a stormy sky, consuming an entire legacy in jaws of undertow. By the end of the reel, the other group had already left, presumably miffed at the disappointing rip-off (unlike me, who was pleasantly surprised). I exited the movie theater with my sister and her boyfriend, excited and still unsure of what I'd just seen, or if anyone else had seen it at all--that is, until we stepped out of the building into a drowned wasteland under a dark, green and cloudy sky.

The rest of the dream consisted of exploring the intact parts of the city and taking as many pictures as I could. It was full of very unique and aquatic-themed architecture that seemed to sadistically foreshadow the fate its creators knew would befall it. Why, exactly, is beyond me. Many parts, despite remaining standing, were flooded beyond reach, so I only got to explore 3 or 4 buildings. The most memorable of which was a large, tall-ceiling and mostly empty building with one floor. What made it interesting, however, was this messy network of catwalks above the main room. These walkways were littered with assorted objects that seemed wildly out of place, most of them ripped apart. I remember seeing an old desk covered in graffiti, some scattered pieces of broken toys, and most peculiarly, some shreds of a metal sign (or perhaps several) with fragments of cryptic quotes on it:

HIDE YOUR SOUL

SO YOU CAN SEE YOURSELF

[missing/shredded] WALK THE RUSTED WORLD

I recognize the last line from a game called .flow, but the rest of it (and for that matter the meaning) escapes me.

 

The dream began on an isolated ₂ square mile tract of green woodland suspended in the sky. The foliage was lush in some areas and rather sparse in others, giving it a distinctively divided appearance. But despite this, the edges of the platform couldn’t be seen in any direction from any point, and I wouldn’t know until later that I was airborne at all. It was relatively chilly, and the sun rarely pierced the constant, viscous cloud cover, and yet the entire place bloomed with uncanny vigor; exotic flowers, towering trees, deep green saplings and large extravagantly-detailed ferns populated the ground beneath my feet. I was excited.

There among the vegetation, as if to dazzle me more, were strewn a couple dozen softball-sized spheres of some heavy, smooth dark grey material. Though I did not know what they were, upon seeing them I was overcome with the sudden notion that they were very important. I or someone else needed them. They belonged somewhere else and had to be returned. No… They needed to become something? Perhaps it was only their unseemliness in such a lieu that gave me the impression, but for one reason or another, I picked one up and cradled it in my hands, a mother with her first and only egg. When I began walking around this lonely forest in the sky, absently stroking my egg (yes, I was already becoming attached to it), something very strange happened. When I looked down at the sphere, it was gradually changing its color, and very very slowly–if my eyes were not fooling me–also its shape. I felt nothing in my hands as it did this, but eventually it had turned into something else entirely. I’m not sure what, but the next thing I remember, I was transported to a different floating forest, with the same peculiar spheres but in a different (still ill-suited) location. I picked one up and the same thing happened again once my mind began to wander. And once the sphere transformed, I was taken to yet another island in the clouds.

This kept going until I landed in what looked like the attic of a small rustic town home. Shelves full of boxes lined the walls, some of them toppled, their contents spilled and mildewing on the exhausted floorboards. A narrow wooden door led outside to a kind of balcony or roof access, so I stepped out for a moment. The building was unexpectedly tall, and for the first time in the dream, I got a clear view of almost the entire dreamscape. The sky was filled with dozens of flying landmasses hovering at different altitudes, different shapes and sizes, some miles off in the distance, and some comparatively close. Only at that moment did I connect the dots and realize I had been airborne this entire time. I also somehow deduced then, the function of the grey spheres that kept teleporting me around this maze of cloud forests. And I thought, if I could just find and “solve” enough of them, that I would be transported somewhere familiar. I went back inside and scoured the boxes in the attic until I found another one. It was nested in a plastic crate filled with red apples–oddly fresh, pristine apples, considering that the attic and everything else in it looked to be at least a lifetime old, and completely undisturbed. I plucked the sphere from it and, by this time knowing exactly what to do, I began picturing an apple in my mind as I held it. As it began to change, I squeezed it gently according to shape, helping it along.

The moment the sphere became a fully-fledged apple, the entire building shuddered, as if an explosion had rattled the island from far away–but I remained in place. Naturally, having thought I’d figured it all out, this took me by surprise. I tried putting the apple back in the bin with its family, but no luck. I decided to peek outside to see if anything had changed, and was shocked at what I found: a rather sinister-looking middle-aged woman in a purple dress, standing by a small tea table. I looked around for any way she could’ve gotten up there without passing through the attic, but nothing existed to suggest she hadn’t literally materialized while I was busy squishing fruit into existence with my mind. I figured for a brief moment that maybe she was trapped in the island maze too–that is, until she began lecturing me.
She told me this fractured land was an unfinished storyverse, and that the spheres were composed of pure imagination. They were the manifestation of yet-to-be-defined details of some cosmic authorship–the dream fabric, or stem cells of fictional worlds. This fascinated me, and I thought for a moment that that implied I’d been helping shape the world. But then she went on to explain: these spheres were a precious and finite resource, and that I was wasting them on conjuring tiny little objects like eggs and apples, when in fact, in a large enough quantity, they could be used to make this patchwork universe whole. My warm feelings of importance and helpfulness were crushed, swept away, and replaced with pure guilt and self-loathing. I could almost feel the weight of it in my stomach.

Those dreams have so much detail.

Well my dreams are weird. I'm only half aware in my dreams. I never do have control or think much in my dreams.

>two dreams about sex one where i got raped other was a girl i was best friends with a long time ago.

>I have a bad phobia of needles so i had a dream i was been held down as the doctor stuck a needle in my neck.

>had a dream i ate toilet paper then got busted. later i went out side and my body suddenly failed me and my legs gave out. I fell to my knees outside and wished someone would help but they couldn't see my pain.

>brother hangs me upside down. my side is hurting. every time he shakes me i start moaning. it starts to sound like sex. my dad yells from the other room. says quite making noise.

>oh the shame of finding yourself naked in public.

>not sure if this was even a dream because it felt real. I Was in my bed i couldn't breath and i couldn't move.

Jezz I'm almost to scared to write my dreams in fears someone reads my most messed up dreams.

tsuji wrote

>not sure if this was even a dream because it felt real. I Was in my bed i couldn't breath and i couldn't move.

Could just be a case of sleep paralysis, though being unable to breathe is a rather strange one - possible caused by the mini panic you likely had at the time.

malmon73 wrote

tsuji wrote

>not sure if this was even a dream because it felt real. I Was in my bed i couldn't breath and i couldn't move.

Could just be a case of sleep paralysis, though being unable to breathe is a rather strange one - possible caused by the mini panic you likely had at the time.

Ya I've have panic attacks before so I've grown rather calm wen i find myself struggling to breath or felling faint because I know it'll pass.

[*]Ever since I ran into my father in public, I've been having really awful nightmares about him again. This is just the most recent one. I was little again and he locked up me and my sister Riley in the basement. Riley said something he didn't like, so he cut out her tongue. More so just mangled it actually, but he made me watch. I was too small to stop him, so I was begging him to stop hurting her but he just started kicking her around. When he left I was really scared to try and leave because he'd threatened me so much, but eventually we organized an escape and ran away with our mother to get Riley to a hospital. The hospital took her away and sent her to an orphanage because we told them what happened. I heard she was safe there and I wanted to visit her really badly but our mother said it was a bad idea. After a while I convinced her, and we left. He tried to follow us in a high-speed chase but we lost him. Or at least, so it appeared. When we arrived at the orphanage, it wasn't an orphanage at all. Or, it was, but it was abandoned and Riley was basically just using it for shelter. When I walked in and found her, my dad showed up again. My mother went missing, Riley ran, and I got cornered. I knew he knew I was the one who got myself and Riley out of the basement and told people about what he did, so I was terrified for my life. I fell to my knees, covering my head, and begged him like some kind of god not to hurt me. Then I woke up.

I always seem to have really mundane dreams these days. Usually involving me hanging out with my friends. The closest I've come to a "nightmare" was logging onto Lewd and and finding it infested with ads because @Melancholy couldn't afford to keep the server up.

I still have dreams about my ex-girlfriend sometimes. I got over her a long time ago, so they're generally pretty pleasant; most of them simply involve us spending time together alone, some casually, some a bit more intimately.

Subconsciously reminiscing like that, I couldn't help but wonder how things would've happened if I never came down with this damned illness of mine. All things considered however, it probably wouldn't have worked out.

Had an odd one last night.

I'm lying in bed, talking to someone about summoning a nightmare or so, idk, I forget details. I do so, then Emma Watson appears screaming and holding me down by the chest, shouting at me to "call an ambulance, quickly!" I dial 999, I hesitate, she shouts "hurry!", then proceeds to scream and breathe fire into my face.

malmon wrote

Had an odd one last night.

I'm lying in bed, talking to someone about summoning a nightmare or so, idk, I forget details. I do so, then Emma Watson appears screaming and holding me down by the chest, shouting at me to "call an ambulance, quickly!" I dial 999, I hesitate, she shouts "hurry!", then proceeds to scream and breathe fire into my face.

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... What the actual fuck?

I've managed to have clear, story-driven dreams the past three days; which for me is quite odd.
#1
Primary context is a university open-day. Ended in my holding hands with and sleeping on the shoulder of a qt european (french?) girl who I'd seen previously in the dream. As well as Jeremy Corbyn coming to power, and something of relevance to Laurie Taylor and a train hijacking
#2
Conversations with a brown qt with a glass eye, cut short by what appeared to be imminent aerial assault (think modern-day blitz)
#3
Snow the size of the balls used to construct snowmen fallen/perhaps the result of an avalanche (it just sort of rolled in).
The appearance of a hoard of idol-esque asians followed by my friend in drag accomanied by his mother in an attempt to evade said weather.

I've certainly prefer these, and the one in my prior post to my usual dreams; which tend to be my making a scrambled (as one can expect from a dream) approach to mathematics, while the world I exist in is simply the default output of LaTeX in equation mode on a white plane. I expect this to be some extension of the tetris effect, as the subject matter tends to be whatever I was studying that day.